So, about three minutes later, Felicity (and Domino) caught sight of a little farmhouse in the distance, and quickly trotted towards it, excited at the prospect of another neighbor. She was quite glad she had remembered the cookies.

In no time at all, Felicity had stopped her horse next to the chicken coop, quite nervous about the greeting, and fiddling with her sundress. Should she knock? Should she just wait and see if they came outside? What if they were murderers?

Anthony came out a minute later, holding four eggs in his hands. He didn't notice the girl right away, and when he did, he looked at her in surprise. She didn't seem familiar, probably one of those rich people a few miles away. Rich people made him nervous. But, her horse was beautiful though, maybe he shouldn't be afraid?

Felicity screamed, and fell over. She hated raw eggs. So, after flailing on the ground for a few seconds, she got back up and wiped off her feet, looking a bit more calm."Hello. I brought chocolate chip cookies. You're one of our neighbors, aren't you? Are those, er, live chickens?"

"Um, thanks." he said taking the plate of them. "And yeah, haven't you ever seen one before?" he asked, a bit more rudely then he meant too. But he was too innocent to realize that. Or stupid. Your pick.

"I probably sound so weird too her," he couldn't help think to himself. "And she's probably some princess or whatever around here, and she thinks that I'm some peasant."

"Um, Anthony Sawyer. I live over there." he said pointing to the house. "Anyway, are you a princess or something?" He was surprised at himself. He usually wasn't this talkative to strangers. But, she seemed nice. So maybe everything will turn out okay?

"I'm not a princess!" She giggled. "I live in the house up on the hill up there. My mommy's not a queen, she's a lawyer, and my daddy isn't a king, he's a minister. And my brother would never ever be a prince! Thank you, though, I suppose. It seems like an awfully nice compliment to call someone a princess." She patted her horse thoughtfully. "This is Domino! Wanna pet him?"

Name: Natalie ConwayAge: 11 (recommended)House: GryffindorBloodline: Half-bloodEthnicity: 100% EnglishLooks: Extremely curly, messy uneven hair all over her head. It falls around her face, and is a brown color. Her skin is peachy, and her eyes are a honey brown. Her nose is really round, and her looks are pretty average. She's average height, average production on her lady parts.Personality: She's pretty shy, and sweet, with a strong jealousy problem. She's calm, and mature, but will enjoy some fun with her friends. She gets nervous easily, and isn't very patient, but she's still a good person. Sometimes people annoy her insanely, though.Crush/Boyfriend: Nobody. Other: She has a fetish for cute things.]]

"Oh um..." he faltered a bit. "I haven't even BEEN in a ballroom, heh..." he suddenly felt self-conscious about just every aspect of himself. About the holes in his pants, his lisp, his teeth, his house, his family's funds... all that.

"Oh!" She smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm afraid Anthony ditched me. He said he had eggs to deliver. I just wanted to tell him that he's welcome to come over any time and see our ballroom, and to say bye, and to give you guys the rest of the chocolate chip cookies." Felicity handed over the whole pack.